4098. COUNTRY LOVE (a place in rural time)

COUNTRY LOVE

(a place in rural time)

Let us roam the periphery

once more  -  see that rambling

brook as it roars the rushes, note

the grimy window on the barn  -

each of these are pleasant things

we live with; and, even here, the

winnowed sky stays blue.

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I have no match for this heaven,

though I bid you in : your marsh-like

heart can be our lantern, or mine, at

least. Poorly lighting ways to move

and amble, instead  -  and together  - 

we can cut those daring straight

lines like a hawk.

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And only now have I suggested rest  -

rest and disclosure anyway together.

I close my magazine hat gladly over

your lids, and maneuver with admittance

this intention to steal your love away.